Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Shen Qingyuan knew very well that she had just escaped from the gates of hell. If it weren't for Yan Xining, she didn't know what consequences she would face.

She felt something was wrong after walking with the maid for a while.

The strange feeling suddenly surged through her body. Even though she had never experienced it before, how could she be naive and ignorant of it when she was in a noble mansion like the Pingnan Marquis Mansion?

She knew something was wrong and felt very angry. Such a thing could happen at the banquet hosted by the Zou family.

But more than that, she was terrified! She used her last bit of consciousness to want to go back. As long as she returned to Xiang Qing, Xiang Qing would be able to protect her.

But her body had become limp, and even walking felt like walking on clouds. She wanted to call for help, but no sound came out. And even though the maid was holding the teapot in one hand, her other hand was still extremely strong, and she forcibly helped her into the dressing room.

Knowing what was about to happen, she desperately clung to the doorframe. But it was no use.

She was on the verge of despair, her mind gradually becoming blurred, and she watched helplessly as the maid forcibly helped her over and placed her on the couch. She watched her close the door, and then she happily ran over to the set of clothes on the chair next to her, changed into them, and looked at herself left and right in the bronze mirror.

Suddenly, the maid fell down.

Afterwards, she felt a coolness on her forehead, and she was so unbearable that she instinctively pressed her whole body against it.

A cool finger pinched her mouth open and stuffed a pill into it.

Then she felt the window seemed to open and a cool breeze blew in. Then she was taken out of the window and placed here.

Yan Xining raised her eyes to look at Chu Jinxun: "My last name is Shen, do you know him?"

Chu Jinxun had been silent until now, but deep in his eyes was a deep, dark look. After hearing her words, he responded, "Shen, is that the Shen from Pingnan Marquis Mansion?"

Shen Qingyuan nodded quickly. She struggled to stand up and knelt down in front of Yan Xining: "Thank you very much. If it weren't for you today, I would have died!"

Yan Xining said nonchalantly, "Don't keep talking about life and death. Even if something really happened, it's not your fault. The person who plotted against you deserves to die! Revenge is the right thing to do. What a loss it would be if you died."

Shen Qingyuan was stunned, she was stunned by what she heard.

She was taught from a young age that a woman's chastity was of paramount importance. If they lost their virginity, in order not to affect the reputation of the women in the family, all that awaited them was a white silk thread.

Revenge is the only way?

"Hey, do you want to go to the front and watch the fun?"

"Wha, what?"

Yan Xining said lightly, "You were rescued, but what happened in that house still happened, and it's probably not resolved yet. Don't you want to find out who plotted against you?"

Shen Qingyuan's eyes immediately became firm: "I want to!"

Yan Xining pointed at the new clothes over there and said, "I only brought out two sets for you. Choose one and put it on. I'll send you out."

Shen Qingyuan was stunned. The new clothes she brought out before were they prepared for herself?

As long as she changed into clean clothes and appeared somewhere else, the fact that she was drugged could be easily covered up.

This was the first time a stranger had shown such consideration for her.

After sending Shen Qingyuan away, Chu Jinxun grabbed Yan Xining, his eyes dark and gloomy: "Have you ever been to that garden pavilion?"

“Yeah, I’ve been there!”

His eyes were darker, and there was a gloomy and cold look in the depths of his eyes: "Did you see? This situation is not aimed at Shen Qingyuan, it's aimed at you!"

What a coincidence, she was also splashed with tea, and she happened to be changing clothes there.

And Shen Qingyuan was also wearing the same color as Tianshui Bi, but the style was different. Perhaps someone mistook Shen Qingyuan for her because they mistook the color for her?

"I know!" Yan Xining turned to look at him. "I didn't pay attention at first, but later I figured it out. But I initially thought Yan Xueqi had teamed up with others to harm me! But then I thought, it doesn't seem to be the case!"

She thought that Yan Xueqi and the Sixth Prince had been setting a trap for her, but seeing Yan Xueqi's helpless and furious look, she knew that this might not be the case.

She glanced at Chu Jinxun, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity: "They're coming for me, just like they're coming for you. I'm really curious, what is it about you that makes them afraid?"

"I'll tell you later!" Chu Jinxun's eyes calmed down and he took her hand: "Let's go back and watch the fun!"

Over there, the court doctor checked everything and stood up. Perhaps because he stood up too suddenly, he felt a little dizzy and his heartbeat quickened. He calmed himself down and came over to reply, "Master, we've checked everything, and there's nothing wrong!"

Zou Yuhao nodded slightly, turned to the Eighth Prince, and said earnestly: "Your Highness, it seems that the problem is not the tea, and there is nothing wrong with the food here. If Your Highness feels unwell, is there anything..."

"what……"

With a scream, he turned around suddenly and saw the court doctor suddenly pounce on a maid. After the maid ran away in panic, he grabbed a maid, held her in his arms and started to bite her.

His eyes were cloudy, burning with desire, and his reckless, beast-like look startled everyone present.

He almost stripped the old woman's clothes off.

Zou Yuhao shouted: "Catch him!"

The servants around him immediately rushed over to grab the court doctor.

The court doctor's strength seemed to have increased several times at this time. He struggled hard and pounced on the woman while struggling, scaring everyone away. Fortunately, the servants managed to hold him down.

But even when he was held down, he was not at all restless. His whole body was twisting and struggling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked scary.

Zou Yuhao's face turned pale: "Take my father's card and go and get the imperial physician!"

He realized it.

When the court physician said there was no problem, it didn't mean that there was really no problem. It was that with his medical skills, he couldn't see any problem, so much so that he himself was the victim without realizing it.

The eighth prince watched coldly, his expression growing even darker.

He thought about how he had felt a strong emotion in his heart before and just wanted to vent it. When he stumbled here, opened the door and saw a woman on the couch, he pounced on her.

The ugly appearance of the court doctor made him seem to see his own previous embarrassment, and the gloom in his eyes became even darker.

At this time, someone came to report that Miss Yan Er was invited over.

Yan Xueqi didn't know what was going on, but when she heard that it was Madam Zou who invited her, she hurried over.

As soon as she entered the room, she felt something was wrong. Why was the atmosphere here so solemn?

Also, there was a man tied up on the ground over there. He was obviously tied up like a dumpling, but he was still wriggling like an earthworm. There was a thick cloth stuffed in his mouth, but he was still screaming and making grunting sounds in his throat, like a madman.

The eldest son of Zou, Madam Zou, the eighth prince, Xiang Qing and others took their seats here respectively.

She bowed and then said to Du Wu, "I heard that Sister Du wants to see me about something?"

Du Wu smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Second Miss, I heard that you and your sister were in the garden pavilion earlier, and you knocked over her teacup?"

Yan Xueqi's heart skipped a beat. Such a small matter actually required Madam Zou to ask in person?

It was just a broken cup, wasn't it? Why make such a fuss about a cup? Isn't this a bit too much of a fuss?

Did Yan Xining say something nonsense?

But Yan Xining is not here.

Her public image was one of gentleness, intelligence, and understanding. Besides, she had already thrown the teacup behind a bush. Her eyes twinkled, and she smiled and said, "No, I haven't even been to that pavilion!"